We were made very welcome and introduced to lots of people. It did seem a bit odd that most of the guests were male. I mentioned this and was told tha... it was because they were mostly business associates.We got separated and after a while I went in search of my wife. I went from room to room, I eventually found her in the kitchen. I stood at the kitchen door and saw her surrounded by six guys who were all trying to get a feel of her lovely body. She was a bit drunk and either didn't realise or. Cynthia pressed her ass back against my finger and the tip of it entered her tight puckered little ass hole. She moaned and moved down to wrap her lips around my cock, which was throbbing and dripping pre-cum by this time. She ran her tongue all around it and took it deep down her throat a couple of times before she started to really go to town on it. She was moaning, moving her head up and down, her ass back and forth and her hand around my cock. Rachel was breathing hard and was really going. I grinned. I knew the secret. Of course I would.The light turned green, and I drove past Taboo and turned around the block, parking my car in front of a butcher shop. Its sterile white fluorescent lights were just bordering unpleasant, and it didn’t get many customers, but it was mine all the same. Still, I was rethinking the idea of the store. Was it odd to have a twenty-four-hour butcher shop?“Hey Tony,” I said as I entered.The rotund and gruff fifty-year-old Italian behind the counter tipped. "Oh God, please no," she cried, tears running down her face."Now this won't hurt you," he said, his smile brightening up his rugged face. "Nothing in here is habit forming, it will just loosen you up a bit." Oh no, please don't hurt me," she wailed, "I'll do anything you want, just don't stick that stuff in me." Now, now my pretty," he said soothingly, "as I said this stuff won't hurt you, ok, so be a good girl and hold out your arm."There was nothing she could do, she could scream and.